Jian Jing was discharged from the hospital on the afternoon of the second day after the accident.
She was almost fully recovered, and she really didn't want to stay in the hospital for another day. Kang Mucheng came to pick her up and asked about what happened last night.
"I received a call from the hospital this morning and learned about your 'great achievement' yesterday." Kang Mucheng said, "If the hospital hadn't asked me to keep it low-key, I would have planned to find a reporter to interview you and get some publicity to sell your book."
Jian Jing held her forehead and said, "Don't be so sarcastic. I don't want to be a hero. If it's your turn, why don't you do it?"
Kang Mucheng didn't really blame her, he just tried to test her because he was afraid that she would be so depressed that she would deliberately commit suicide. Hearing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his shoulders relaxed: "Why don't you stay in the hospital for two more days? The hospital waived all your fees, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
"Psychological trauma," she said honestly.
Kang Mucheng was speechless.
Jian Jing lowered the car window, felt the fresh air, and took a look at what this parallel world looked like.
To be honest, the difference between the two worlds is minimal. The level of technological development is similar, and people's lifestyles are no different. The biggest difference may be the stars on the billboards, many of whom she doesn't recognize.
Also, physical bookstores did not close down. Instead, they opened stores in several places with high traffic volume, with previews of new products displayed outside the stores.
She even saw her own name.
"The new work of the beautiful girl writer Jian Jing, "The Devil Doctor" In the world, whether it is good or evil depends on a single thought"
This kind of banner is really embarrassing.
"It seems that you have really changed this time." Kang Mucheng said suddenly.
Jane remained calm: "What do you mean?"
"In the past, you would definitely ask me about the sales volume in the past two days." A faint smile appeared on Kang Mucheng's lips, "You didn't ask once today."
Jian Jing said: "I forgot."
"You should forget about it once you're done writing it." Kang Mucheng nodded slightly. "Whether it sells or not, it actually has nothing to do with you. If you write with the intention of selling well, the work will definitely not be very good."
Jian Jing asked curiously: "Why?"
"Writing is the author's self-confession and spiritual confession. It is something absolutely personal. Giving up one's own will to get close to the readers will always be a layer away." Kang Mucheng said meaningfully, "Excellent works are a confession of soul to soul, and also a process of game. Only when you convince them can you gain praise."
Jian Jing couldn't help but be surprised: "I thought the market's taste was very important to you."
"Some publishers just want to make money, they don't mind fawning over readers, like Morning Star, their books in the past two years have been very popular, such as romance diva, sweet works, novels that every young girl should read. I don't deny their turnover, but unfortunately, making products and building brands are not the same."
Kang Mucheng's tone could hardly conceal his contempt for his enemies: "To make products, you need to please consumers and meet their needs, but to build a brand, you need to guide consumers and make you become their need."
He looked at Jian Jing and smiled slightly: "As you can see, for several consecutive years, the Golden Crow Annual Book List has become the book shopping list recognized by many readers. Will they read the Morning Star Book List? No, never."
Jian Jing couldn't help laughing: "I understand."
"Understand what?"
"You are very ambitious," she said.
"Isn't it sentimentality?" Kang Mucheng raised his eyebrows.
Jian Jing said: "My intuition tells me that it is not."
"The writer's intuition..." He patted the steering wheel lightly and smiled, "very accurate."
The air suddenly became light and pleasant.
Kang Mucheng took the initiative to talk about his work arrangements: "The sales channels for "Devil Doctor" have all been laid out, and the publicity has also been caught up. After your news is over, I will arrange a book club for you. You should have a good rest these two days and adjust your state."
"Does my going to the hospital have a bad impact?" she asked.
"It's hard to say." Kang Mucheng said lightly, "The publishing house has already issued a notice. You didn't commit suicide because you couldn't stand the criticism. Jingjing, remember, readers don't like such fragile authors. They like authors with personality. It was to verify the accident caused by the method of "Demon Doctor"."
Jian Jing: “…”
"Now many readers have shown interest in "Devil Doctor." Kang Mucheng glanced at her, "Morning Star will definitely find someone to accuse you of hype. Don't accept interviews from reporters. Do you understand?"
"Understood," she promised.
The publishing industry in this world is too mature. Under the huge commercial interests, the water has become very deep. The author is just a link in the industry chain and cannot be immune to it.
"good girl."
Kang Mucheng's schedule was very tight, so after sending Jian Jing to the gate of the community, he hurried off to a meeting.
This also gave Jian Jing time to get familiar with the environment. The community she lived in was very high-end, and the security guards were young and handsome, all wearing black uniforms, and they also raised a German Shepherd, who would rush over to rub his legs when he saw her.
"Miss Jane, just got back?" The security guy greeted with a smile, "The knight will rush over as soon as he sees you, and you can't stop him."
"Yeah." Jian Jing was not surprised that she had such a good relationship with the property management. Girls who lived alone were always very careful. "Knight, do you miss me?"
The German Shepherd named Cavalier wagged his tail madly.
Jian Jing stroked it several times before saying goodbye to the patrolling security team and going upstairs to go home.
She lives on the 18th floor, a duplex structure with two households per floor.
The ground floor is the dining room, living room, kitchen, bathroom and a second bedroom, and the second floor is the master bedroom suite and study. The area is about 200 square meters, which is not large, but more than enough for one person.
The most important thing is that the house was bought in full.
The first thing Jian Jing did when she got home was to check her various IDs, passbooks, and bank cards. It was consistent with her memory. In addition to the house she lived in, she also had a small apartment for rent, which she received about 6,000 yuan in rent every month as pocket money.
Most of the deposits are managed by a dedicated fund manager, who is Kang Mucheng's classmate and can earn her 500,000 or 600,000 yuan every year.
I have to say it again, the writers in this world are really rich!
Jian Jing is not a true best-selling author, but she has no worries about food and clothing, let alone other famous writers. It is normal for them to live in a villa and drive a sports car.
She was happy for less than three minutes, and the doubts she had before came to her mind again: With such living conditions, why did the system say that she was unable to take care of herself
not understand.
Then she checked the bedroom and bathroom to make sure there was no one intimate.
Regardless of whether there is a legitimate relationship or not, there is none.
Next is the study.
There is a glass cabinet next to the bookcase, which contains cigarettes, wine and a coffee machine.
Nicotine, alcohol, and drugs. None of them are missing.
It seems that writers are under a lot of pressure.
Jian Jing threw away the cigarettes. Smoking is harmful to health and she should not touch it anymore. However, alcohol and coffee machines were fine.
She made a cup of espresso, picked up the brand new copy of Doctor Devil, sat by the window, and drank it while flipping through the new work.
The protagonist is a young doctor in a big city. He goes to work and sees patients every day. His life is no different from that of ordinary people. However, he is not a human being, but a monster that is neither human nor ghost.
He has no heart.
He must eat a heart every month, otherwise he will become weaker and fall into a deep sleep. But not just anyone's heart will do, it must be the heart of an evil person. If he eats a kind heart, it is equivalent to swallowing a poison, which will make him live a life worse than death.
For this reason, the doctor became a hunter walking in the dark, specializing in killing the most vicious criminals.
He saves people during the day and kills people at night.
When he caught the wicked, he put them to death.
I have to say that this setting is a bit old-fashioned. There are too many similar non-human protagonists, and readers have become aesthetically fatigued. But it is definitely not boring.
The story has a unique highlight.
First of all, the hero's character, he kills not for justice, which is completely different from the general murderers who think they are taking the blame. He doesn't care about good or evil, he is forced to do it.
And the reason he became a doctor was not to save lives. In his eyes, repairing a person's body is just like repairing an exquisite doll, which is an art.
Secondly, because the male protagonist does not care about good or evil, he is unable to judge good or evil.
In the second story, the hero killed a woman in red who committed a crime on a rainy night, thinking she was a serial killer. However, after swallowing her heart, he felt as if his whole body was on fire and was in excruciating pain.
The woman had a kind heart. She killed not because of evil, but to avenge her sister.
The story is told in the third person, but it is all from the protagonist's perspective. Readers can only see it from the protagonist's perspective, and guessing the good or evil of the "prey" through clues becomes a very interesting game.
What you see with your eyes may not be true.
The so-called evil may be good, and the so-called good may be evil.
Jian Jing said honestly that she felt that "her" novel was well written.
Whoever is idiot and scolds her for running out of ideas, tell him to get out and write his own work.
She drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, breathed a sigh of relief, and went to bed.
The mattress was of moderate hardness and the pillow was of the right height. Jian Jing fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow. She only heard a few sharp sirens in her dream, but they soon faded away. She turned over and fell into a deep sleep again.
The next day, the sky was clear and the weather was nice.
After Jian Jing finished washing up and drew open the curtains, she suddenly discovered a large pool of water outside the building. There were black marks on the stairs diagonally opposite, and many people were gathered downstairs, pointing and talking.
Based on her years of experience as a bystander, something must have happened.
When I turned on my phone, I saw that the property management group had already reported the incident: [Dear owners, at around 1:30 this morning, a fire broke out in Room 1302, Building 5. The fire department arrived in time to put out the fire, and no casualties were caused.]
Scrolling down, someone asked what caused the fire.
[15-1401: I heard that someone set the fire...]
[09-0801: Is this true? Why set the fire?]
[05-1002: Really, I was so scared yesterday, and then the police came]
[16-0802: I heard from my cousin at the police station that he offended someone and they came here specifically to take revenge]
Jian Jing: [Old man in subway looking at his phone.jpg]
Going to someone's house to set fire? What a big grudge. She shook her head in her heart, but didn't take it to heart, and opened the news push.
"xx's new album is online, with over 100 million views in 12 hours"
"Police issued a wanted order, jewelry store robber xxx and others are on the run, reward of 50,000 yuan"
"An explosion occurred in an abandoned factory, 7 students were trapped, and the fire brigade was in emergency rescue."
Jian Jing stared at the news headlines for a while, and always felt that something was wrong.
Is this an information cocoon? I don’t think I’ve seen so many… uh, dangerous news before.
The suicide after rebirth was considered a self-destruction. When he was hospitalized, he encountered a knife murder. On the first day he returned home, someone in the building next door deliberately set fire to it... She shuddered and her hair stood on end.